Here is a taste of some the best/most outrageous lyrics from the various artists which make up the Girl Talk compilations. I listened to the Girl Talk albums all summer long, literally just played the albums over and over, so I know all the words to these songs… however, that doesn’t make it any less surprising when I hear them coming out of my own mouth.

These are all from the album Feed The Animals.

From “Play Your Part (Pt. 1)”:

Sweet Jones
By bitch a choosey lover, never fuck without a rubber
Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover
Money on the dresser, drive a compressor
Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser
trash like the fuck for 40 dollars in the club
fucking up the game, bitch you gets no love
She be cross country givin all that she got
A thousand a pop, Im pullin Bentleys off the lot
I smashed up the grey one, bought me a red
Every time we hit the parking lot we turn heads
Some hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary
Your bitch chose me, you aint a pimp you a fairy

From “Play Your Part (Pt. 2)”:

Toot that thang up mami make it roll
Once you pop, pop lock drop it for me girl get low
If your mama gave it to you baby girl let it show
Once you pop lock drop it for me maybe we can roll (oh)

From “What It’s All About”:

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Stayin’ alive was no jive on second hands
Moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, ‘Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let’s start it like this son, rollin wit this one
And that one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at 16
And running up and gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Makin’ my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off and try to get the dough all
Stickin’ up white boys on ball courts

From “Give Me A Beat”:

If you got the fattest ass on the block now drop
Let a nigga see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the pop now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop
Real eyes down south thighs now drop
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo dont stop dont stop

…Back in the day I dip my shirt in dirt
Sometimes I got away clean, sometimes people got hurt
But if you know me, you know that I’m liable
to bust a cap cos it’s all about survival of the fittest
I’m a menace crook
I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book
From the shit I took from people
I reap all your fat shit, jack
Back to the criminals sect
I leave crew after crew but they can’t catch me yet
Cos I’m slick as slippery
They can’t get wit me, cops ain’t shit to me
I can’t dig a pig so I drop the dogs
and sweat em like sweathogs
and get mad, mad cos I’m the nigga that flaunt it
AmeriKKKa’s Most Wanted

I want you to want me
Put-put-put-put that pussy on me
I want you to want me
Yea, yea put that pussy on me
I want you to want me
Put-put-put-put that pussy on me
I want you to want me
Yea, yea put that pussy on me

Jig it and jiggle it
Jig it and jiggle it
Jig it and jiggle it
Jig it and jiggle it

Excuse me while I kiss the sky!
Jiggle it

Get buzzed, get drunk, get crunked, get fuucked up
Hit the strip club don’t forget ones get your dick rubbed
Get fucked, get sucked, get wasted, shit faceted
Pasted, blasted, puke drink up, get a new drink
Hit the bathroom sink, throw up
Wipe your shoe clean, got a routine
Knowin still got a few chunks on your shoestring
Showin I was dehydrated till the beat vibrated
I was revibed as soon as this Bitch gyrated
And hips and licked them lips and that was it
I had to get Nate Dogg here to sing some shit

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